Mother Love

I’ll be your voice

When you cannot speak

I’ll be your eyes

When you cannot see

I’ll be your heart

When you cannot feel

I’ll be your strength

When you feel you can’t go on

I’ll be your guide

When you’ve lost your way

I’ll be your hope

When you’ve lost faith in the world

I’ll be your confidence

When you’ve lost trust in yourself

I’ll be your biggest supporter

When your heart has been broken

I’ll be your inspiration

When you’ve lost motivation

I’ll be your compass

When you’ve lost direction

And I’ll be your mirror

When you cannot see your beauty

But as you grow, I won’t always be there

To support you and offer help

So I will teach you to do and be

All of the above for yourself

But in the meantime, I’ll do all I can and more

To help you flourish and thrive

And teach you to grow wings

So that you may one day fly.

– A love letter to my future children

Words by Tahlia Hunter

Artwork by Katie m. Berggren

There were those who found fault , silently , critically and in alignment with the judgement that children did not need their Mom after age 7 .

Our youngest was 6 when psychiatry intervened and I was never the same .

It only got worse , until it ended our family .

My intentions were to be there for our sons and educate them in ways their Dad was not as to self love , forgiveness , compassion and wholeness ✔️

Mother & Child – Cell sharing

“When pregnant, the cells of the baby migrate into the mothers bloodstream and then circle back into the baby, it’s called “fetal-maternal microchimerism”.⁠

For 41 weeks, the cells circulate and merge backwards and forwards, and after the baby is born, many of these cells stay in the mother’s body, leaving a permanent imprint in the mothers tissues, bones, brain, and skin, and often stay there for decades. Every single child a mother has afterwards will leave a similar imprint on her body, too.

Even if a pregnancy doesn’t go to full term or if you have an abortion, these cells still migrate into your bloodstream.

Research has shown that if a mother’s heart is injured, fetal cells will rush to the site of the injury and change into different types of cells that specialize in mending the heart.

The baby helps repair the mother, while the mother builds the baby.

How cool is that?

This is often why certain illnesses vanish while pregnant.

It’s incredible how mothers bodies protect the baby at all costs, and the baby protects & rebuilds the mother back – so that the baby can develop safely and survive.

Think about crazy cravings for a moment. What was the mother deficient in that the baby made them crave?

Studies have also shown cells from a fetus in a mothers brain 18 years after she gave birth. How amazing is that?”

If you’re a mom you know how you can intuitively feel your child even when they are not there….Well, now there is scientific proof that moms carry them for years and years even after they have given birth to them.

Mother God

“Long before God the Father, there she was – God the Mother. Where did she vanish to, this great mother goddess? How did we women become so completely dispossessed? It wasn’t that I wanted to replace a male god with a female god; it wasn’t that I wanted to find a religion at all. I was simply looking for some sense that women might have worth. And I found it: there in the old stories of my own native land, I found it. Filled with images of women creating, women weaving the world into being, I took up knitting. Thread by thread, stitch by stitch, I began to knit myself back into being. I had never thought of myself as being a particularly creative soul, but I discovered that creativity was a wide-ranging affair. I simply thought about what brought me joy, and I began to cultivate it. I dug my hands into this strange foreign soil, and I began to grow things. I began to reacquaint myself with the soft animal object that was my body. Slowly, spending more and more time outside, focusing on the wisdom of my senses rather than on what was going on inside my head, I began to weave myself back into the fabric of the Earth.”

— Sharon Blackie (If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging)

Art by Yulia Ustinova

Hug the Mother

Hold the mother, not the baby.⁣

Because the baby’s being taken care of—⁣

fed, snuggled, and given all the love in the world—⁣

by not only the mother,⁣

but her partner, grandparents, siblings, cousins, and friends.⁣

But the mother,⁣

may have gaps in her mind from lack of sleep,⁣

may be mechanical in her motions as she’s healing,⁣

may feel more like a mess than a mother,⁣

may be sitting in bed, crying, feeling overwhelmed in her body and life,⁣

may be full of mom guilt because in her mind, “she’s not good enough,”⁣

and she’s bleeding, wincing in pain, swollen and emotional.⁣

And the mother’s that baby’s whole world and needs to be seen, so she doesn’t disappear into that postpartum fog.⁣

So, hold the mother, not the baby.⁣

A mother agrees that her baby matters more.⁣

But she’s hurting, while she’s the person behind the baby,⁣

in the background, making it all happen:⁣

feeding her baby at all hours,⁣

snuggling her baby close to comfort newborn cries,⁣

and being that baby’s everything.⁣

So, it’s the mother who needs your love.⁣

And a mother will remember who held her up.⁣

So instead of “I’m coming to see the baby,”⁣

try saying, “I’m coming to see you 𝘢𝘯𝘥 meet the baby, too.”⁣

Because the mother needs to be held more.⁣

📸: This Mama Doodles


My Children’s Book 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺: 𝘈𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘨 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘰 is out everywhere:

If your Mother Did Not Love You

the way she could have.
Your heart is never quite full.
If your mother was not who she could have been,
your soul is somehow incomplete.
If your inner little girl was not taught how to feel,
your journey is not easy my friend.
You owe it to that girl to learn.
You owe it to her to make love.
You owe it to her to create a world so full of love, that it will eventually out-shadow the demons of your past.

And here’s the thing about that…
Love regenerates.
So make it and watch it blossom in the hearts of those around you.
And watch them pass it on and on and on until you have singlehandedly made enough love, and more, to fill that void you carry and to fill the voids of anyone who crosses your path.

If your mother did not love you, the way she could have,
you have some catching up to do,
But I know you will my friend.
I know you will.
It starts with you.

~Donna Ashworth

Art: Audrey Gilbert

Mothering Self

May we see our mother as a human being with her own unresolved trauma and inner child pain.

May we release her scarcity mentality by having the courage to be seen and to create.

May we free the pain of her criticism by speaking words of encouragement, empowerment, and embodiment to both ourselves and other woman.

May we understand that when she engaged in relationships that harmed us, she was deeply struggling with her own self worth.

May we see her opinions, as just that, not fact.

May we know that she can only give us the grace she has given herself.

May we grieve all she could not give us and accept our anger around it.

May we witness her survival mode and shamelessly call in abundance, cooperation, and self trust.

May we breathe as she triggers the inner child within us and honor any boundary we need to establish with her.

May we have the self love to create those boundaries for ourselves and hold them even her response hurts.

May we see that those who trigger us the most mirror her traits, and use this to guide us in our healing.

May we gain more awareness that the voice in our head is primarily her voice, and that we are welcome to question it.

May we know that as adults we always have an opportunity to mother ourselves. This is our liberation #selfhealers